He shrugs. "Sadly, I can't help it," Malcolm tells her. "That's just the way I am." He manages to hang the jacket off of the safety railing attached to the wall of the elevator. It's Tom Ford. He's not going to throw it on the dirty floor.
One of his hands slides up under the back of her shirt while she opens his pants, then reaches back down to grab her butt.
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One of his hands slides up under the back of her shirt while she opens his pants, then reaches back down to grab her butt.